Author: Louis Slobodkin
Copyright Date: 1965
Pagination: 35 p.
On a bright spring morning a busful of schoolchildren was going along a road. There were
many other buses and automobiles on that road. The children waved at the other buses as they passed.
Little Yasu was the smallest boy on the busful of schoolchildren. He was there with his brother Kyto.
When their bus stopped a moment at the side of another large bus, little Yasu asked his brother:
“Who are those people in that bus? They look strange.”
“Those people are not Japanese,” said Kyto. “They may be from Europe or perhaps they are from America.”
Little Yasu looked at the strange people in the large bus. Then he waved his hand at them. All the strange people smiled and waved at Yasu. Then the bus started up again.
That was the first time little Yasu had ever seen any people from Europe or perhaps from America.
The busful of schoolchildren passed large rice fields along the road. Then it passed a long line of blossoming cherry trees. Yasu thought the cherry trees were very pretty.
At last the bus came to the great temple at Nara. All the schoolchildren climbed out of the bus.
There were many people climbing out of other buses.
Yasu saw the strange people from Europe or America climbing out of their bus. They seemed to be very tall people. Some of them were rather fat.
“Now we must stay together,” said one of the teachers. (There were two of them.) “There are thousands of people here. ... If you do get lost, come back to the bus and wait for us.”
Little Yasu held on to his brother’s hand. He did not want to get lost.